He taught me math, the hallowed path, My tutor, since Grade 1, Taught too to dare in Science Fairs, Good many have I won. Taught me to write, with words ignite, Use sparks to start a flame, When arguing your argument, Must words an insight fr

The world is a wolf, snatching innocence and feeding on the shortcomings of others.
A child with mindless ignorance enters the woods; a blank slate.
They look upon the faces of those around them, observing and repeating.

You weren’t there when I needed you.
Your selfish ways were rude.
Your priorities were skewed.
You manipulated me for your gain,
And you cared nothing about my pain.
But in your absence, I found my assets.

I get it
You loved poky things, I guess?
You faced the eye of the tiger
And saw the colours of a peacock
Yup, you loved getting high more than your own kids
That mixed your mind liked you mixed your drinks

You were a fucked up kid, so was I
Because of you
No problem; mom she did everything she could
You should've used a condom
But no; I'm blessed and love the people in my life
You can't screw up that too

Dear Dad,
When it comes to writing,
I never know where to start,
But I know it must have an end.
The day you left was brightly covered,
Like the world did not care you were leaving a little boy behind.

Your mother and I worked
like bee's making sweet honey to create you.
Though I didn't carry you for nine months, you have come from me
and from my seed you have blossomed.
Beautifully.
I have built you up

Craig is a hurricane. He is a pernicious storm delivering nothing but havoc and destruction. This bipolar alcoholic is more destructive than most hurricanes the world has seen. He rips your emotions apart as a storm would do to a home.

I remember you telling me,I was better off without you,that the world was better offwithout you. I remember how those conversations made my heart stopand turned my body to lead,weighing me down with fear. I remember riding in the car, my knuckles

in my voicemails is where i keep you.
i have only listened twice,
for good reason,
because each time your voice echoes in my mind
it burns a whole in my heart
and weakens my body
and fills up my lungs.

Because I love you
I will cry in your presence
I will not think twice about giving you a hug
I will thank you for everything you've done to change my life
I will tell you that I love you
I love you Dad

Hey, remember when my brother died.
Yeah, bet you don’t.
Funny thing is, you were the one that spoke those words
He slit his throat,
when I heard the news, I looked at my brother as he stood next to me in shock

Growing up with my mom, hardly ever had a father figure.It was like I was the only one who ever saw the bigger picture.I grew up in New York with my mom in an apartment.My dad was a handy man who worked on anything from ceiling to floor carpet.I w

Heartbreaks come in many ways
Family, boyfriend/girlfriend, or even just a friend
Although mine falls under one of those categories,
Mind differs a slight bit.
Some call it sexist, some believe it's a true miracle

The boy I was a year ago still had a dad.A loving dad who was just trying to turn a boy into a man.For a tragedy was coming. The boy I was a year ago was a little more sophomoric.Didn't care if I was wrong, I didn't care about anything but myself.

And There I was with my mother
with the stumbled soul
and already fallen as hard wood and perforated
The suffering made me my father in life
so fierce the anger of my being to have hope to continue living

Looking into his eyes, cold, empty full of lies. Who was this man standing before me in this disguise? I've seen that look one too many times. I wish I never was a disappointment. But this man gave up on me a long time ago.

You didn't raised me
You left. Because I wasn't your problem
I gave you chance after chance when you came crawling back
But you were stubborn & pride was more important than your flesh and blood
You left me.

Ive been thinking bout you a lot lately..Maybe a little too much..Breath stinking roaches on my tooth brush..Wishin i was on the road cooking like a food truck.no wishes grantedhate waking up now cus school sucks.. Eyes tearing up.Wish i had some

I can taste the lust in your kisses
It forces your tongue just a little closer to mine than it ought to.
I fear your touch but I shiver and press toward it.
Am I a slut?
I think this is what adultery must feel like.

This special day has swiftly greeted you once againAnother year rolling in like waves is about to beginYet, no matter the time that passes-from year to hourI will always be in awe of your exceptional creative power

I am...
I am my father's daughter
I am his patience, I am his kind spirit
I am his athlete, I am his social butterfly
I am my mother's daughter
I am her sensitivity, I am her best friend and she is mine

When I was little my father used to let me use his belly for a pillow. He was my rock in this tossing stream we call life, but just like any sedimentary he started to erode. Parts of himself were chipped away with each wave of sorrow.

So, when i first saw the contest basic requirements, i kind of took it a general statement so i wrote my poem about how awesome my father is, but not in the typical way i guess, idk i hope you all like this.

Stability is a joke. When I feel fine, it is time to plan on going somewhere else. All because of YOU. You came in acting as a replacement father and came out as a joke. A lying joke with no point and only offense. You think you can control me?

I have always wanted to write a poem for my father,
but have been unable to decide on a topic.
Should I write about his stern face, his ever-furrowed brow?
Should I write about the lessons he gave my brother and I

When I'm gone I hope they see, how dedicated a man can be, to stick it out through thick and thin, to never let the enemy win, to never walk away in shame, like the one who gave me my last name, a useless man with no real roots, a joke, a sham, a

for as long as i can remember, my father has carried
the weight of the world on his shoulders. it’s not
bodybuilding because the diabetes breaks everything
he creates. he doesn’t walk very far—or at all, for that

Daddy, do you remember when I was young and I'd run to you with all my problems?
You always promised me that you'd do anything to make me happy,
You didn't want to raise your children the way you were raised.

I need someone who will be there for me.
A person who is not afraid to get down on their knees.
A character who will be a hero and not a villain.
Someone who can make my life thrilling.
Can anyone be that person?

Inside my heart are a pile of needles, they stick me often, making me bleed internally
This pain is caused by an unknown man
A man that was never a father to his child.
I've lived 16 years, wondering where he was

Many of us have doubt when we see that God is taking too long to answer, many of us do not seek the kingdom first and wonder why all the other good things aren't coming we tend to lean on our own understanding which means not Trusting in the Lord

I hate my father so much.
For being a jackass and such.
His attitude brings out the anger out of me,
yet his attitude has been passed down through the family tree,
and it has unfortunately been passed down to me.

Walking slowly into the bright white hospital,
My hands trembling to see him.
The strong smell of latex and cleanser surrounds me.
An old, fragile man sitting in a chair;
No muscle or color to his face.

I don't want you to turn out like your brother,
It's a little late for that, we have the same color eyes.
Stop being so dependent on me, your sixteen now.
Alright, I'll move out as soon as I turn eighteen.

A woman of Black gold, gave birth to an olive child,
Strong and mighty was she to stand by a father who stood to just pretend.
Made sure her little peice of hope in this world was warm, fed, and fast asleep everynight

Wade Waking up to the alarm sound of cries from mothers,Putting on tattered clothes worn from dead brothers,Open up my phone, and hoping to get a text from one of my many lovers.Better get ready to go, before dad gets up with his morning bottle,

"Tell me, tell me, tell me once more.
The words you say before you walk out the door.
Please don't go, don't leave me here alone.
How will I know if you will ever return home?
I promise I won't tug at your hand.

“So, this is it...” says my dad from the hall outside my dorm room.
The words hang like a streamer spanning the width of my door frame
separating college on one side from my childhood on the other,
Today he leaves me here;

I’m supposed to be different. Evil and much darker. Traits that seem absent. In this bitter but sweet disaster. With genes like these, My fate nearly sealed. Lonely and furious, Rotten and concealed. Apple of his eye, From deep trampled fear. Does

Looking left and right, what is going on in all of these peoples’ lives?
There are people of all ages; teens, grandparents, husbands and wives.
Some people are crawled up into a ball, crying their eyes out.

Im slamming through these rhymes like it means nothing,
Some say its a crime, yet im not doing the time.
Some say its intense, but I see it as common sence.
Some say it comes from the heart, yet they dont know the start.

Entitled: Najarri Samuel Whitehead
But that's all you read.
Skipped past the prologue, and examined the pictures.
So in reality you only saw the happiness, the joy.
Never walking the heartache and pain.

it all began a few years ago,
My eyes were opened, now i cant let it go.
It's my mom
she is the REAL bread winner in the fam
its a shame what she has for as a man
she works and works and nothing pays off

I can’t feel bad for what he did,
Or what he never said.
I can’t feel sad or anything,
Even though he is dead.
He left her as a baby,
Saying nothing, not even a goodbye,
To his little baby girl he left

When I was younger, my father left home.
They thought he had a heart made out of gold,
But side by side the Lord and Devil hung
in that chamber of his inner being.
“Don’t spend your heart all in one place, mortal.

It started the moment he stopped
rubbing their backs, and giving horsey rides
on the living room carpet.
It started the moment he began
to frequent the bar twenty minutes away
instead of coming home for supper.

Every morning Dad comes home
Exhausted and shattered by his work
The money wouldn’t be asked more.
Fumblingly his hands in the kitchen
Quick cooking for breakfast as dinner,
Quick eating but no one asking for.

My dad lifts my new electric blue Schwinn Mountain Bike onto his shoulders
and hauls it into the garage. He takes a wrench and adjusts the pipes
with the precision of a poet, pulling them to fit my height. I stretch

You were not there
Father where were you when I took my first step?
You were not there
Father where were you when my first word was “dada”?
You were not there
Father where were you when I took my first step?

I’m sick of these family ties holding me back,
And if I ever tried to leave you’d be right there to put me right on track.
Chastise me and ridicule me for everything I lack.
Ask me how I am I’ll lie and say I’m grand.